She drops Carrie, who scoots over to Riara, and towers over Vo. You? I've put up with so much of your crap. And I hate every girlfriend you have ever had ever.
Even R--- ESPECIALLY RED. She stole that folder of naughty pictures I was keeping in my drawer.
Also, you never call, never write, never text, never accept my friend requests... you frigging had a baby with the Cardinal! Dude doesn't even have a butt, just a... a... snakebutt!
You are officially the worst daughter EVER and are those brass-toed boots?
Yep! Niiiiiiiiiiiiice. They high-five.
Carrie looks scared. So, like... You're not actually Joy, though?
Bummer.
And I might as well change the backstory of the other Vo, the one who's marrying Rico.
That Vo is cloned from this one or something.
Anyway. 'Kay, seriously, I think Cruelty talked to you about how we need a death goddess?
Yeah, we totally do still.
'Cause if somebody mean got ahold of the death-power thing we have to use now?
Scuh-rewwwwwwwwed. Like, it'd be worse than the time the kittylady with snazzy ladycannons and that centaur babe kicked my daughter's skinny butt.
Does Psy still have a way to contact Quin?
Riara blushes a bit.
She easily could contact him. His location isn't exactly...
Secret.
He does idiotic things in public, and is the head of a mages guild.
Psy re-pockets the x-ray glasses and camera. Sorry... eheh...
Yeah, like, I'mma go now and stuff. Vo, I'll tell your dad how much you suck at daughtering.
Try not to get drunk.
Psy leaves. POOF! She shouts poof as she leaves, yes.
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[Psychosis's's's's Domicile]
First of all, it's crazy.
Second of all, there's a lot of booze.
She digs up Quinsar's number and calls him on the gravity-phone.
Well, I'm tall, stacked, I like booze, and I say poof whenever leaving in any manner.
Remembers me yet?
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Carrie blinks as she leaves. Can we pretend that didn't happen?
Good lord, he's a giraffe.
Carrie hugs Riara. Um... moving on to better things, did I mention how much I wuv you and Tenny?
--- Yeah. Thanks for helping me raise our that baby you put in me.
One... two... three... OH WAIT. She has to count her sarcastic pauses.
Yersel smiles. Well I don't have to go to work on account of insane psycopath god-killing monster so...forever. He nuzzles into Summer, stroking her on the side with his tail.
Let's see. She was conceived in my bedroom... or shower... or dining room... or kitchen, or closet, or front yard---yeah, it was the front yard---and then you left a week later.
And Cruelty was all like YOU'S PREGGERS YOU CAN'T HAS BOOZE and I was all WUT and I was stuck drinking GODDAMN APPLE JUICE and then I had the baby like 9 months later and she was all HEY LOOK AT ME I'M A BEAUTIFUL REDHEADED GREEN-EYED MIRACLE and I was all D'AWWW.
And then she was an evil bitch and had terrible girlfriends and you mighta heard of her, maybe on somebody's blog... DOES "VOCUSTA THE MANY, BLACK QUEEN OF ATROCITIES" RING A BELL?
...
...
I have a lot if things, sweetie.
I have a nice, zillion story house.
I have magic powers.
I have a fiancé.
I have an American Eskimo dog named Lucky.
I even have a rash between my big toe and the... Other one next to it.
BUT I HAVE A DAUGHTER!
He hangs up the beauty phone. Then explodes it.
He could be forced summoned.
Yersel has been taught that two creatures even with subtle differences can't possibly procreate, and the differences between a dragon and catgirl are too insane for this to be possible....theoretically.
Heh, maybe someday.
His tail strokes Summer as his hand rubs the top of Summer's hair.
so tell me...what's it like having hair?
She tries to forced-summon him.
And then do the worst thing she can ever do to him... start crying.
'Cause her crying is somehow a heart-melter... possibly because she's normally so wacky and loud that her quiet sobbing is all awww.
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